Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.